Bangalore, February, 2018
Just like the wind, clouds and our planets, Winter keeps moving too.
It came to Bangalore in the early days of December. It has stayed here for quite a while now and is finally moving away.
These days the Sun doesn’t forget to knock my window early in the morning and I am happy that its touch feels better than my alarm. I sleep alone and cover my face with the blanket anyways!
I remember a few years back I was a different person. I couldn’t live alone and needed my parents for everything. I felt suffocated if I covered my face while sleeping. I wouldn’t sleep without a night lamp. But now I prefer pitch darkness. I changed.
My home changed too, quite a few times actually.
Year 2000, my family and I move to a new house, mom and dad turn it into a beautiful home, balcony, garden, flowers, butterflies, colors. Much love.
Year 2013, I move a thousand miles away from home, to Chennai, to my grandparent’s place to study further.
Year 2013, my grandma becomes my mother and her house my home.
My grandpa cooks for me, packs me lunch boxes, grandma takes care of me when I am sick (which happened very rarely, thanks to her again), gets me Wifi, buys me new clothes on festivals, even though she never buys for herself, takes me to temples, teaches me Sanskrit shlokas, good values. Much love.
Year 2017, my parents move to a new home.
I move to Bangalore to work and stay at a hotel over night.
I stay at another hotel for the next 15 days.
I stay as a paying guest for the next 15 days (hated it).
August, I move to a flat. Find friends who turn it into a beautiful place to live in. We cook, wash, clean, no T.V so we talk for hours, help and get helped. Much love.
Nothing is constant and my people moved.
Year 2018, February 15,
I shift to another flat. The TV makes me feel at home, if not the people. It’s just been 2 days and I barely know them. First night in the house and I dream about being posted to France. No doubt I wake up excited.
“This place might be good for my dreams at least”, I wonder.
Why I wrote this blog was not to mention my timeline but to record these little gestures of love I received, so that I don’t forget them, ever.
February 14th I am cleaning out my closet and housemaid comes. She knocks everyday by 7:30 in the morning.
It had been exactly 2 months since we had hired her and one month since my old flat mates moved out and new ones came, only physically replacing them.
I handed her salary in her hands.
“Aunty, I am leaving today evening, I am moving to another place…”
She fell out of words.
So did I.
I used to sleep on a thin mattress on the floor and every morning I would fold it up, collect the stuff lying here and there on the floor and make the room ready for her to clean. So she liked to clean my room. She would clean my vessels at times even though i didn’t pay her for that. She reciprocated the gesture I guess.
“What Madam, u also leaving.. even other two Madams left.. am I supposed to leave too?”
“No you stay, I have told the new girls to pay you timely.”
“I am gonna charge extra from them.. their friends make the washroom really dirty.. it takes more effort!”
I smile. I know whatever she said was true and she was a nice lady.
She speaks Kannada but manages with broken Hindi with me.
“No no… how much we are paying for you is fine Aunty.. .”
She smiles and tries to convince me but stops in middle and resumes her work.
A few minutes later, she calls out for me telling me that she was going…
And I feel empty.
After my friends left there was only this lady and now she won’t be there too. I wont be there too.. what about my home. Will it miss all of us after we leave? These windows and the balcony and the shower, would they feel empty too?
“Madam..what Madam..you also going now..”, she repeats with a heavy heart.
“I am in the same society.. just another flat..”
Her face lights up.
“yea..the condition of this place is not good..better you are going.. if u need a maid there call me.. hope we will see each other!”
She has tears in her eyes and smile on her lips.
I tell her bye and get ready for office. She leaves for the day.
It’s hard to forget her face. So Much love.
I call my mom and tell her that I have finally moved to the new place and she is stressed out.
“I don’t like you moving here and there all by yourself! There is no one there how do you manage? I couldn’t have done that if I was in your place.”
I am sure she could have. Just like I did. Like everybody else does. Situations always come along with the strength to tackle them.
I wish I could tell her about all the love I received on the way, at all the places I took a halt at.
When during vacations I am going back to meet my family, the conversation goes on like this,
My Mom: “Where are you right now?”
Me: I am at home, still packing.
Mom: “When will u reach home?”
Me: I’ll start from home at 1.. I’ll reach home by 6 in the evening! See you soon!
Bye for now! 🙂